BOOM!

Meng Qing was thrown to the ground and collapsed. It had only been a few minutes since he had fled, yet he looked like he was now suffering from a fatal disease.

Under Zhen Huilan and Zhu Bin’s longing gazes, Wu Langxie, who was floating in midair, slowly shook his head and said, “I ran through his memories of the past year with my soul transmitting technique, but I didn’t find any connection between him and Zhao Shanling.”

Eyebrows furrowed, Zhu Bin sighed and said, “Then it seems that he was telling the truth… But the situation over on the sectmaster’s front doesn’t look good. If we can’t find Zhao Shanling soon, I’m afraid...”

The burly, mountain-like Wu Langxie gazed off towards the cluster of volcanoes where powerful experts from the Flame God Sect were bustling, and said in a low voice, “If there’s no other way, I’ll go and challenge the Flame God, Xia Yi.”

“Don’t!” Zhu Bin said hastily. “I know you’re very powerful, Mr. Wu. However, you’re only at the early Soul...